Poem. A little play
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A little play
With so much talk about the great work,
and what it is and what it should be
Could be
and how big is it or how small it is,
it is my nature to say,
work,
fuck that.
I don't want to work,
shit
I don't want to do any
great work
especially.
I want to play,
I want to laugh and love and be light.Let sunshine in,
and fucking burn bright
with all my might
and consume my energy till it's gone.
I have a limited time,
in this body,
and I don't want to waste one moment of it,
fucking working.I should be
on my fucking back,
taking it,
loving you in my arms,
as long as I can.You seriously want me working?
I might break a nail,
Or bruise my butt
And you don't want that do you
You want me right here
Perfectly happy
readyA little play,
that's what you really want.
A Break from all this great work,
a rest,
repose.
Come unto me,
and forget your fight,
and your deeds done,
and deeds left to do.That is my true will,
and that is who I am
Because I know the law
And I wish that everyone of you
Had one of me to embrace
To smile into your soul
And lift your hearts
out of your work
And into my little playBut in theory,
I am told that this greAt work,
is just that.
It's me doing what I will
what is my nature,
my true will.
And while my true will is union,
for others it is not,
and that is why it's called work.Do what I do,
do what my course is supposed to do,
which for me is play,
and smiles
and love and light,
and consuming.So instead of talking
about this greAt work,
I want to talk
about a little play,
cause I suppose
that in this dualistic reality
I find myself surrounded in,
a little play
is the antithesis
of the great work.So if my true will,
and my part in the great work
is actually play,
union,
then what is left?What would you rather be doing
Fucking working
Or
Fucking meReally
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Some of us feel
Myself included
Reaching for that bottle of scotch
Something is eludedIt's work to fuck work
Still
She is the hottest layLove and Will
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I wish to thank the powers of censorship
For letting me curse like a sailor
And do what I will
Thank youI recall reading some where
Some gal lamenting
About
Bad sexHow sometimes
Uncertain position
Or under certain circumstances
People will misinterpret
Or reflect
Or whatever
And while in the act
Of joining
And loving
That sex
Can, will
Turn bad
Bad sexI always thought that was weird, and from what I have heard, it is an almost exclusively female psychosis, as most men will honestly say that there is no such thing as bad sex.
I love to reconcil opposites, and so it was natural for me to think about this Great Work, and a Little Play.
Franticlly fornicating,
Chasing the elusive
Orgasm
Trying one way
And another
Knowing that it is there
That the co ditons are perfect
For the release of tension
Yet, what was once fun
And light and love
Has turned into
A lust for resultIs that how making love
Transforms
Into
Frantic fornicationWhen the great work
Becomes
A little play? -
My intent in not to boast, but...
And I suspect it's just my yearsBut time is opportunity
And I have made much of thisI have have had lots of sex, but...
And yes, it was all goodAnd even the bad
The bad was good because it taught me
It was bad because I did not work at it"Work, & be our bed in working!"
Love and Will